Wdkg
2009-07-03 13:57:09 UTC
Chapter 1 - Selected
"Charlie McKesson," a rough voice ordered from behind a large, metal sliding door. The door quickly glided open to reveal a spacious room. All four walls were replaced with mirrors. I suspected they were one way mirrors, see in but can't see out. This thought immediately made me feel as if I were some kind of specimen under a microscope about to be examined. This was probably the exact same way the scientists behind the mirror barrier felt about me, just a mere object to be tested. In the centre of the room stood a petite girl, with pale skin and short blonde spiky hair. She stood awkwardly and completely still, as if awaiting permission to breath. "You may leave miss Carr, please report to your mentor for further testing," the same jagged voice blared from all four speakers in every corner.
I didn't shift an inch from the entrance, suddenly nervous from all the tension in the room. Marina Carr walked stiffly towards me. As she passed, she whispered a rapid "Good luck," into my ear, and continued down the long hallway behind me.
I clenched my fists into tight balls at my side, took a deep breath and a step forward. My ridged reflection in the mirror across the room reminded me that this probably wasn't the way to act if I wanted to be chosen. I loosened my hands and strolled casually to the centre of the room, with a phony smile plastered face.
“Please miss McKesson; honour us with a song.” I paused for a second, waiting for the music to start. I had chosen the only decent song by Elise Everly, the only one with a hint of meaning behind it. The others were just mindless catchy tunes. I couldn’t believe that if I hit it off with this song, I would be Elise Everly in merely a week.
We all had to be in the auditorium in an hour. They had already decided who was going to be the replacement. The one who would take Elise Everly’s place as Teen pop sensation, AKA number 1 distraction according to the government. She has died only a week and a half ago. The public was beginning to suspect that she wasn’t really on vacation, they weren’t quite used to not having her filling their television screens 24/7.
All the girls were anxious, stalking back and forth in our large dorm, waiting for a voice to come over the loudspeakers. I knew what they were all thinking, ’Could I really handle becoming Elise Everly?’ , ’Could this be my one shot to finally get out of here?’ , ’ Would I be able to keep my true identity a secret?’. Not that those questions weren’t flowing somewhere through my mind, but the thought that was particularly difficult to ignore, was the fear of loneliness. Sure, right now I was surrounded by my family, my true family. How could I possibly be away from them? Forever separated. I would never be allowed to talk about this place, the organization, all of it left behind, traded in for a more fabulous lifestyle. A life of secrets, a life of lies.
Ten years ago, Dr Neil Weston had started an organization controlled by the government. Dr Weston had claimed he had a plan, a plan that could potentially help the government with control. The government was always hungry for more power, so how could they resist? For nine years, Dr Weston worked on his machine that could alter your appearance. While he constructed his invention, four other girls like me and five other boys were being trained. We were chosen for our extreme intelligence so the training was no problem. We were educated in every area, from extreme martial arts, to the Swahili language. We were being trained to be able to do everything, be everything or rather anyone.
When Dr Weston had finally made things clear with us about why we were all here and learning all these things, which wasn't until all of us had turned 13. I had pictured I would replace someone like the president, someone important, someone who could make a difference. Not some ditzy TV star who's only purpose was to distract the public from rebelling. The government figured if they were able to divert the public's attention away from themselves, they would see nothing wrong with what they were doing, nothing off about their leading styles. That's when [insert name of corny TV soap opera here] began. When Elise Everly, star of [TV soap opera], died a week and a half ago, the government freaked. What were they to do without their number one distraction? The fans, AKA everyone in the country thanks to a special hypnotizing message, hidden within the lines of the cast in every episode, were going to be completely and totally devastated. To avoid such an uproar, it was finally time for one of us ten to shine, its exactly what were here for, to replace.
"Would Hallee Carter, Marina Carr, Charlie McKesson, Leah [last name], Kayla Haley, Cade Avery, Emerson Weston, Nathan [last name], Spencer [last name] and Kieran Marks,